Surprising or no, she brought more books than I've ever seen her read. She liked perusing popular titles in fiction, and she mostly left the art books to me after using them for a class or perfunctory research. Still others, she bought for me in bulk, in the off chance that I would like them.
This is how I got my first library. It is no longer in existence. However, I think of the motivation behind the creation of this space, and I also am reminded of the phrase, " The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit." She gave me those books, and they were all mine to learn or not learn from, to use or not use in the future.